Denise Kester:Crow’s Magic Jar

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Denise Kester: Crow’s Magic Jar

Crow’s Magic Jar

Crow has been gathering and storing magic that the people have thrown away, not knowing or recognizing what they were doing. Crow has been keeping the magic jar hidden and safe until the time is right to release the magic again.

Fox knows that Crow is keeping the magic. Fox tries to convince Crow that we all need the magic right now. 

Fox says:

“We can’t wait any longer. Not all people are ready, but, lots of them are, and if you release the magic back into the world they will see it and be encouraged.” 

“They will see the truth of it.” 

“They will see the beauty of it.  

“Maybe.” says Crow

“It’s worth a try.” says Fox

“Maybe.” Says Crow

 

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Denise Kester: Fire Fox and The Alchemy of Release

Denise Kester: Fire Fox and The Alchemy of Release

The fire burned hot
Everything gone
Nothing left
Nothing to hold on to
She had to let go
A bitter longing release
Yet
Out of the devastation
comes the alchemical
chain of events
that allows the
unexpected to take root

and rise, when it could not
rise before

The fire burned hot
Everything gone
Nothing left
Nothing to hold on to
She had to let go
A bitter longing release
Yet
Out of the devastation
comes the alchemical
chain of events
that allows the
unexpected to take root

and rise, when it could not
rise before

The fire burned hot
Everything gone
Nothing left
Nothing to hold on to
She had to let go
A bitter longing release
Yet
Out of the devastation
comes the alchemical
chain of events
that allows the
unexpected to take root

and rise, when it could not
rise before

I am the sister of the moon and
kin to the silent owl in the night
that seeks the sleeping bear.

Quiet and reverent in the exquisite wonder of life,
with its cycles of death and birth.

Traveling through time, again and again,
With splendor and grace,
stumbling, again and again

I am here, recycled and transmuted for the glory
of the earth and the earthbound things,
that the Universal God Mind chooses to experience.

Ah, the beauty and depth of the dance that never ends.

So it is. And so, may it always be.

Denise Kester drawingonthedream.com